Chapter 3372: Chapter 1682: A State of One Daughter Calls Mournful, Before the Storm It is Still Peaceful_3
He failed to transcend the era.
He couldn’t defeat his past self from thirty years ago, nor could he withstand the Third Rank Unsealing.
His cultivation of Penetrating Divine Senses only scratched the surface—far inferior to Cao Erzhu, and even more so to Kui Leihan.
This proves that the next generation cultivated by the Saint Servant, Lei Shuangxing, was a failure. And even replacing Lei Shuangxing with Xu Xiaoshou yielded another failure.
The Saint Servant’s thirty years of efforts were, from start to finish, an utter failure.
Except for Bazhun’an.
Except for the spirit of Bazhun’an.
“Bazhun’an, you’re the only one left…”
…
“What do you an?”
Zhong Yuanzi glanced to his side.
It was rare—Xu Xiaoshou and Ai Cangsheng, having such a mont of calm and casual conversation. Was this the calm before the storm?
Or maybe, now that the Blood World Pearl was no longer present, everything just felt so much better. Even the air seed sweeter…
Zhong Yuanzi felt as if the entire universe had beco clearer and more spacious.
It even made Ai Cangsheng’s ntion of “bringing people along” sothing to which he had absolutely no objection.
His stipend wasn’t high, but it was sufficient enough to take a few people across regions. After all, he was one of the Four Divine Oracles!
“What’s your plan?”
Xu Xiaoshou also quickly pulled his thoughts away from the worry about the Five Decays of Heaven and Man and looked at Zhong Yuanzi, asking outright.
Intent Stripping!
‘Plan?’
‘The plan is, of course, to trap you on the eighteenth level of the Dead Sea, and then…’
“Zhong Yuanzi!” Ai Cangsheng, oblivious to the specifics of their relationship and uninterested, sharply interrupted with a stern warning.
‘Huh? What plan?’
Zhong Yuanzi blinked, quickly adjusted, and touched the yellow rhombus-patterned headscarf on his head. Confusion flickered in his eyes as he replied, “Huh? What plan?”
Xu Xiaoshou shook his head and chuckled.
Zhong Lao… turns out you’re genuinely clueless and not just pretending.
Do you rehearse it in your mind before speaking?
If Intent Stripping isn’t employed during battle to exploit subconscious reactions at critical monts, it’s indeed prone to interruptions in situations like this, even with Guidance added.
Xu Xiaoshou didn’t mind. Looking back at Ai Cangsheng, he insisted, “I stand by it. You head to the Southern Region.”
What difference did the Eastern Region or Southern Region make for Lord Shou?
Everyone before the Five Domains Preaching Mirror also quickly cast aside concerns about the Five Decays of Heaven and Man to ponder this question.
Feng Zhongzui continued analyzing it in his verbose manner.
In truth, to Xu Xiaoshou, there was no difference between the Eastern and Southern Regions.
Both were rely ans to distance Ai Cangsheng temporarily from the Dead Sea.
But Ai Cangsheng possessed the Eyes of the Great Path and the Evil Sin Bow, enabling tily support from either the Southern or Eastern Regions.
Xu Xiaoshou was also well-aware that the group from Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe was determined to execute their so-called “Plan Sixteen,” insisting on making the Dead Sea the battleground.
The Dead Sea undoubtedly harbored so enormous trap specifically ant for him.
That didn’t matter.
Everyone was playing with open cards now.
It wasn’t as though Xu Xiaoshou would blindly jump straight into the deepest pit within the Dead Sea.
After Ai Cangsheng departed for the Southern Region, Xu had a small window of ti before entering the Dead Sea and before Elder Sang’s return.
For others, such ti was insufficient to accomplish anything significant. Nobody could suddenly achieve breakthroughs.
But for Xu Xiaoshou, this was critical ti to strengthen himself swiftly right under everyone’s watchful eyes. He would draw attention but remain undisturbed by anyone.
Because even Emperor Cangsheng would wait and safeguard him until he fell into the “trap” ticulously prepared for him in advance.
“Ai Cangsheng.”
“Hmm?”
“Nothing.”
“Heh.”
Xu Xiaoshou looked at the man in the wheelchair and sneered. He returned the sneer with one of his own.
In truth, Xu Xiaoshou really wanted to say, “Without Hallmaster Dao, you guys from the Sacred Mountain are incapable of setting up any so-called ‘sche’!”
But on second thought, it was better not to irritate them. If they got triggered and decided to bring Elder Dao the Flamboyant back or secretly sought his brilliant strategies, the road ahead might beco exponentially tougher.
“Need to send you off?”
Xu Xiaoshou turned his gaze to Zhong Lao.
Others might not know how Zhong Lao had scrambled to the Eastern Region, but Xu Xiaoshou had witnessed every step of it.
A trace of embarrassnt crossed Zhong Yuanzi’s face. Glancing at the Dao Imparting Mirror standing nearby, he waved his sleeve dismissively:
“No need.”
Seeing his arrogant expression, Xu Xiaoshou almost burst out laughing. He suppressed his grin, patted his shoulder, and said:
“Take care.”
Finally, carrying the Dao Imparting Mirror, Xu Xiaoshou grabbed at the air and secretly clasped Zhong Yuanzi’s hand, as though slipping sothing into his palm.
“What are they doing?!”
Feng Zhongzui, sharp-eyed, caught everything and shouted in astonishnt.
In the image, Zhong Yuanzi flinched like a startled porcupine, jumping away hurriedly. At the sa ti, he opened his hand and showed it to Emperor Cangsheng and the Dao Imparting Mirror:
“He did it on purpose!”
“He didn’t give anything. He just held my hand and… ah!”
Zhong Yuanzi suddenly fell silent, his expression throwing him into discomfort, like a man swallowing a fly, utterly exasperated.
No, he didn’t give anything! Don’t misunderstand!
But precisely because he gave nothing, I have nothing to show you to prove it. Though it seems like I’m deceiving you, it’s exactly because he gave nothing that…
At this point, Zhong Yuanzi halted mid-thought.
He couldn’t prove that Xu Xiaoshou’s sneaky gesture hadn’t handed him anything!
I’m no longer innocent…
Ai Cangsheng closed his eyes heavily, unwilling to watch the antics of these two—a childish old man and an old child.
Ignoring everything, he gestured for Zhong Yuanzi to follow him and, regardless of the latter’s chattering protests, at last fixed his gaze on Xu Xiaoshou:
“After the Dead Sea, I won’t hold back any longer.”
Xu Xiaoshou showed no gratitude. With a swish, the Space Dao Disc under his feet unfolded, and he appeared in the vicinity of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe in the Central Region.
In Feng Zhongzui’s hand, the Dao Imparting Mirror unconsciously adjusted to capture Lord Shou’s elegant retreating figure. Only after a delayed reaction did he exclaim:
“What? Just monts ago, he was still in the Eastern Region…”
His astonished voice hadn’t even faded when Beibei suddenly sprang out of nowhere.
Still carrying her Supre Emperor Sword on her back, she darted in front of Feng Zhongzui, bent over, and pressed her fingers against his pudgy cheeks. She tugged downward, revealing the whites of his eyes, and made a grotesque face into the Dao Imparting Mirror:
“You talk like you could win, Ai Gou. Woof woof woof.”
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